Now, to explain the third cat.
I have a friend who has a restaurant. On Fridays, it opens at night for a happy-hour, with karaoke and drinks. One Friday, late July, I felt like having a beer, so I paid him a visit. We talked a bit. He mentioned he had started working.
"An advertising agency. Fun stuff, I'm learing Illustrator and Corel, I draw a lot, the people there is fun."
"Sounds like a nice job! Don't they have an opening for a writer and proofreader?"
I asked for no particular reason. Probably "male bonding" - I learned the term this week. What I could not expect, however, was what he answered me.
"Actually, yes, there is. Our writer left just today, and there are no candidates in sight. Want to give it a try?"
And then people wonder why I have this firm belief that I am the central character in a novel. How in the blazes of Muspelheim does one get a job like that? I went to have a beer, and just that day the writer left the agency where my friend started working two weeks earlier. Few days later I was there proofreading ad folders and creating beer concepts. And that is what have been taking my afternoons, lately.
No need to get into details of my work, though. I said I would explain the third cat (adorable female cat, that is). Two weeks ago, a girl started working there. Without a doubt the cutest girl I have ever seen.
(Dramatic pause to add consistency to her cutesy.)
And so I wrote that post about the three cats.
Three days later, she stopped working. I have not heard from her since. I am left with Mewsette and Sagwa again. Bah.
Of course, later I realized the writer of the novel in which I am the main character just made a mistake. It was not yet the time to introduce that particular character. The scenario was not ready yet.
But maybe it will be, soon.
In any case, she had a funny idea of me. She had a firm belief that all students of USP are psychotical. "All that elegance and tranquility, I am sure anyday you will come into office with a gun and shoot us all!" No, certainly not. Destroying beautiful things is not a pasttime of mine.
However, I do concede, I enjoy greatly to see Iori's many Desperation moves in King of Fighters 2002, especially his maniacal laughter. Same goes for Whip's HSDM, Vice's adorable laughter as she hits her opponent against the floor multiple times, and a myriad of other rather devious presentations of psychosis.
That is all for now. I need to write about three tales sometime soon, but the subject is too diverse from these. In any case, my purpose is fulfilled, the third cat is explained - and gone.
Posted by Etienne at September 28, 2003 01:12 PM